A home, a love, three doves we brought
It fostered and grew and caved anew,
Two doves remain, their souls unite
To fly all night,
How far their wings do go.
One dove forsook, remains alone
Perched on his throne;
To a vision of us, it prayed.
No more they fly, these doves of mine,
When will they come to play?
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The Pipers Lament
PoetryThe Piper's Lament Echoes off cave walls, He sits alone, old and worn, Watching the seasons drift by In wait for his next storm. --- The word prompts for 'Versification2023' all in one book Runner up for the Word Prompt for day 21: Overwhelmed. Po...
